Fiction

“Boys!” snapped Gawain. “All of Camelot does not want to hear your blathering about marriage beds and satisfying women. Keep your mouths closed until I say so, or I will gag you both.” Sullen and scowling, Percy lumbered to Anna’s cottage. On the way, in a puddle, Percy caught sight of his reflection. He didn’t realize he looked almost as rough as Wallace, with a split lip and a bloody nose, though only one black eye. It pleased Percy that Wallace had two. Ulrich tossed open his door before…

Goldie's giggle, which appeared so natural and unforced, caused Rupert to chuckle in return. He could understand why his son's had quickly become so smitten with her, and he was sure she'd be a joy to have around the house. Not only because she was a woman, and an attractive one at that, but for the brightness of personality he sensed lay within her, and what it would add to the three men's lives. Rupert inclined his head to indicate that he understood, then went on to answer her question.…

Don't you ever wondered if I disappeared tomorrow would the world even notice? Am i even going to be remembered? Am i just a cookie crumbs in the bottom of the cookie jar only to be washed out or thrown into the trash can? I get a bit paranoid sometimes and i'm convinced that everyone hates me, my therapist says to talk to her more often or to have a journal to get over my anxiety and my feeling, but i know she is judging me. I know humans. The true face of human nature, dark, ugly, greedy, and…

“We will never have to work again. “ “How is that possible?” “Well I have a bottle of whiskey and it’s full to the brim“ “And beers? “ “Yeah man what you think I am“ “A low achiever drunk” and he laughed deeply. “Fuck you and cheers to me. “ Sips his first dram of whiskey and makes a grin “It’s been a fuck long time man.” “Damn right! it does feel good and some kind of weird and familiar. Are we just doing the same shit again? “ “Well no, yeah fuck I do not care. That’s what I want to do.…

I stopped volunteering at the Humane Society and put all of my energy into the house. I cleaned, prepared for showings, prepared as much as I could for our future move. As I went through every room and made a keep and discard pile, I wrote myself a mental list and had it memorized in a few weeks. 1- I wasn’t depressed after Kat moved out. I just didn't know how to only be consumed with my needs. 2- I didn't want to have the party. If Paul listened to me, it never would…

Without mirrors... Would we still have imagined a way to walk upside down? I’d say, “Absolutely!” For our imaginations, mingle together like a kaleidoscope bursting with novel flavors. “Rem!” Mr. Ipswich shouted so loud, that the cracked plaster on the cafeteria walls began crumbling down into Rems chicken pot pie. Well, not actually. Rem only imagined it, but he did feel the walls rumble as Ipswich stomped his black, leather shoes through the cafeteria doors, past Rems two best friends…

It was about 3:45 at midnight, it was the third time on the week that I woke up screaming, scared, and again, outside my house. For some reason, I have woke up three times in my front yard, it was like I transported myself magically, even being asleep. I did not get it at first, and I just ignored it deciding whether tell my mom or keep it a secret, in case she would thought I was acting insane and decide to send me to a psichiatric hospital. The days went well after that night, I even almost…

Mordred stood perfectly still, his face emotionless as he pointed his gun at Shawna. Vivien was perfectly happy playing along, but at this point she was unsure. “Okay, Mordred,” she said gently. “I think this has gone far enough.” “It’s not over yet, Vivien,” Mordred shot back. “Not until they’re both dead.” “Wait a second,” Shawna cut in. “Mordred didn’t kill Merlin.” Mordred smirked. “I know.” He pulled the trigger. Shawna stood frozen, knowing she could stop the bullet but unable to…

Will pounded to a stop and dust came up all around him. He stared with heavily lidded eyes into the dusty green juniper trees. “Are you out of gas?” Mike asked, squinting against the light. “I’m done. I can barely feel my legs.” Mike looked at his own tanned dusty legs, inhaled the thick sweetness of the forest, and then glanced back up at Will. “Can you go any further?” “Well I guess I could go a little more,” Will said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “But we still have to go all the way…

Margot a little girl she thinks that a huge, bright orb will come out behind the clouds called the sun. She says “it’s so bright that you can’t look at it very long or else your eyes will burn right off”. But I don’t believe her it has been raining forever and no sign of “the sun”. She was different she never hung out with us, not that I would want her to. She just stood there looking out the window waiting for this imaginary “sun” We read a book about it in class it had to be real now they…